Once I tried to climb Merton's "Seven Story Mountain"
High above the dark clouds, so I could see the light
If I ever reached to top, it'd be "Heaven Glory Mountain"
I'd sing praises there all day, so I could sleep at night
Drinking from the bottle like I never had a care.
Raising my glass, the glass filled with ginger ale.
There would be no shadows of nightmares there
My heart would not be poisoned, nor my breath stale
My burdens would be light, my troubles they'd be few.
The only wine I would need would come from you
